So, knowing that my life wouldn't be my own in a short while caused a bit of internal panic. With that mindset I packed Jed and myself up, a dear friend came along to keep me awake while driving, and we hit the road for my "heart place". But not without a few stops before getting there ...
The first stop in the adventure was Manzanar. This memorial and museum sits on the site of one of our country's most embarrassing actions in history -- detaining over 10,000 Japanese people for 3 years during WWII. All that is left of the city built in the middle of nowhere is the gymnasium, which now houses the museum, and the cemetary.
Most of the graves have been moved, but there are still a few remaining. Standing in the middle of this desolate and starkly beautiful land gave me pause at the ability of human beings to inflict such misery on others without any regard for their dignity or worth as fellow humans. And in the same breath I found myself overwhelmed by the capacity of the Japanese to rise above their fellow Americans and live fruitful and productive lives in spite of their situation. These paper cranes, placed around the cemetary, are a metaphor for so many things ...
From there we headed north on Hwy. 395 toward Mammoth Lakes. I hadn't been there in many years, and it was surprising to see how much it's grown. We checked in to our hotel (a very nice dog-friendly establishment called the Edelweiss Lodge) and then headed up to the Lakes Region. It was gorgeous.
Jed got to wander around off-leash and I was thinking that he'd want to go for a swim. He opted to walk alongside me in the water.
We didn't stay too long because we had food in the car and there were bear warnings all over the place. But it was a great way to end a long day of driving.
This is a HUGE root ball that has been here since ... forever. Pretty impressive!
The next day we headed toward Yosemite. But Mono Lake was on the way and since we've never seen it, it was a must. As you can see, it's an incredibly beautiful place.
Then it was on to Yosemite, via Tioga Pass and Tuolumne Meadow. Enough said.
My favorite place in the whole world is the Cathedral Picnic area in the Valley. It's a well-kept secret, largely because people are so intent on making it to the crowded areas that they race right by it. Their loss! But it feels like I've arrived home every time I park the car and walk down to the Merced River.
My reset button gets pushed there. I think Jed's does, too.
The rest of the trip was pretty uneventful ... for me. I got my Yosemite fix, spent time in my "heart place", and once that was over I was ready to go home. I don't know when I'll get back, but for now I have the pictures and memories to keep me going a little while longer.
Jed is such an incredible traveler. He trots up the ramp and right into the back of the Explorer and settles down for however long it will be until we stop. I couldn't ask for a better travel buddy.
And my good buddy really made the trip more enjoyable, too. Thanks, Marianne, for joining me.



